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"They say it's a broken heart, but why is our whole body hurting?"- Master's Sun


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Five years later, Jungkook looked through the endless photographs he had his PI take. For the past five years, this was how he got to see his wife, and his son, apart from the weekends when one of Y/n's sisters dropped him off.


Their one time together had resulted in a son. He still had the photographs from her ultrasounds and the months leading up to her giving birth. At any time, he could have demanded she let him see her and be with her during the appointments of their son's birth. She had refused him at every turn, apart from when he asked she see a doctor of his choosing.


Melanie, an old friend from college, had agreed to help his wife during her pregnancy. She was the best in her field, and regardless of the state of his marriage, he wanted the best for Y/n. It was Melanie who told him of the dangers he could impose on his wife. The stress she was under already, if he pushed to force his presence on her, it could have devastating effects on the pregnancy.


He'd kept his distance, but he was there for the ultrasounds. Melanie had helped make sure he could be present without Y/n knowing. She'd installed a camera where he could see and hear so he could tune in to her visits.


It was a complete invasion of Y/n's privacy and wishes, and he didn't care. Their child would know his father.


Five years on, they had no chance of reconciling, even after her father had tried to have him thrown off the board. Jungkook had kept his distance, even as he had to listen to Jae Eon talk about his mother all the time.


Running a hand down his face, he paused when he came to three images. They were of Y/n at the park, holding Jae Eon's hand, but there was someone else, a third person. A man.


He didn't like this.


He dialed his PI, Lucas, for answers.


"Who is this fucker with my wife?" Jungkook asked, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage."He's a single dad. His name's Taehyung. He's a good guy. Their sons play together," Lucas explained, his tone measured.


"Jae Eon is my son."


"I only know the facts, Jungkook."


"I want a detailed file on Taehyung by the end of the day."


"For a husband who doesn't care, you certainly don't show it," Lucas remarked dryly.


"Just do it," he snapped, slamming his phone down. Dropping the photographs onto his desk, he stood up, anger boiling inside him. With his hands on his hips, he stared down at the city.


He was the Jungkook Jeon. Never in his life had he ever been jealous, and yet, looking at those fucking pictures, he was ready to hurt someone or something. Y/n wouldn't even talk to him, and there she was, hanging out with a single dad who already had a kid.


She'd always sent her sisters, father, or lawyer to deal with him. Their current agreement, which wasn't legally binding but was set between the two of them, meant he couldn't force her to live with him or do other wifely things.


He'd not touched her since their wedding night.


That night he shouldn't have left his bed to go and talk to Mike, his friend and lawyer who helped him a lot over the years.


Now as he glanced around his office, he had to wonder if it was all worth it.


"Of course it is," he muttered to himself, though doubt crept into his mind.


Only when he got the weekly pictures back did he begin to doubt what he'd done the past five years. How he'd lived his life. There had been speculation in the newspaper, but with his power and ability to steer the headlines, he'd been able to avoid any exposé on his marriage. Her family also worked to make sure it appeared they were still together, and he'd not seen her since that night.


Not smelled her lemony scent, or even got the chance to hold her.


He got impersonal photographs, and now he got to see her smiling with a man who wasn't him.He gathered up the pictures and placed them in the file, slamming his palm flat against the folder. This weekend was his with Jae Eon. Would it really be bad for him to go and pick his son up from his mother's? He knew where she lived. Every little detail of her life had been laid out for him.


She'd escaped the city and made a home for herself in a small town where she worked at a haberdashery. She also created gowns for weddings and social events, but she never took any of the credit for it either.


Y/n had cut herself off completely. He placed money in their joint bank account, but the funds had gathered, and she'd never taken anything from him.


A knock sounded at the door, and he called for them to enter. There was no stray photograph, and he put the file in his desk.


"Come in," he said.


Denise, his assistant, opened the door. "I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but there's a young woman out here. She would like a meeting but doesn't have an appointment."


"Then tell her to make one."


"Sir, she claims to be your wife."


Jungkook paused. "Y/n?"


He stared at the door as Denise stepped aside, and there was his wife. The very woman he'd been angry with moments ago.


Five years didn't seem like a long time, but staring at the woman he'd married, she was ... different.


She was still beautiful.


Her long blonde hair, all natural, fell down around her in waves. It was longer than he remembered, coming to below her chest, settling around her waist. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He'd noticed in her pictures she often wore them. When she was out with him, she'd gone with contacts.


The jacket she wore hid the curves he knew were hidden beneath. Large breasts, full hips, and thighs that were designed to be wrapped around a man as he fucked her harder.


"I asked you to wait outside, Miss," Denise said, trying to maintain decorum.


"It's all right, Denise. This is my wife, and Y/n is free to see me any time she wants," Jungkook said, his voice softer than usual, eyes fixed on Y/n.


This should have been easy for her. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Y/n stepped into the office she hadn't seen for five years. Her face was a mask of determination, but her eyes betrayed the nervousness she felt.


"I'm so sorry," Denise said.


"It's okay. No one really knows who I am," Y/n replied, her voice steady, though her hands clutched her bag tightly.


"Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee, water?"


"Nothing, thank you. I'm fine."


"Denise, hold all my calls," Jungkook said.


"Will do."


The door closed, and Y/n felt her heart racing. This moment she'd been putting off for a couple of months. She held onto the strap of her bag, hoping she had the strength to do this. She'd talked to Mary weeks ago about it, and they both agreed the best way for her to get what she wanted was to confront Jungkook and to finally end things between them.


Jungkook watched her intently, his expression unreadable. "What brings you here, Y/n?" His voice was calm, but his eyes were filled with curiosity and a hint of hope.


Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself. "We need to talk, Jungkook. About us, about our son, and about the future." Her voice was firm, but there was a tremor of emotion that she couldn't quite hide.


"Alright," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. "Let's talk."


She sat down, feeling the weight of the moment settle over her. This was it—the confrontation she had dreaded and needed in equal measure.


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